The Day we met
MYSTIFIED FONDNESS
CHP 1 THE DAY WE MET
(27 SEPTEMBER 2025)
As the sun shines through the window, the sound of birds is heard in the early morning. I wake up from my deep slumber, feeling weary from the night before.
“My house feels bigger, or maybe I am just indulging in my fantasy.” As I had that thought, I woke up in the spacious void I call my home.
As the smell of gaspers surrounds the entirety of the house, with one in my hand, as i reminisced about her.
As time slowly turns back
I recalled her innocent smile.
The world dissolved to watercolor, all but her smile,
a hook in my ribs,*no hands could pry loose.*
(22 JUNE 2016)
I saw her once at Stadium Road. She was with her mother, carrying a school bag similar to mine, as I went about my day; her smile, which felt familiar yet unknown, made a lasting impression.
My days were filled with studying, meeting friends, and living in the moment, free from concerns. But her smile was etched into my soul unbeknownst to anyone.In that moment, I knew that a miraculous and inevitable sensation of alienation feeling was about to happen.
1 YEAR LATER
(16 FEBRUARY 2017)
I was one year older, one grade higher, a few centimeters taller, and one year wiser. As I hurriedly prepared for the first class of 9th grade, I waited for the van to drop me off at school.
My mum shouted(ꯃꯥꯅꯝ ꯅꯝꯒꯦ ꯆꯪꯉꯛꯈꯣ) as I prepared to depart for the first day of my school year.
The noise inside the van as I met with friends I have not met in a while, as we talked about things that happened during winter break, all the hustle and bustle without a care in the world. We reached school
“screech” as the van brakes, I slowly get out, ready to meet the same teacher, students, and a familiar ambiance. I rush to my new classroom and there I find her again— not in sunlight but in the *hush* between two school bells, her silence louder than any name I never dared to speak. With hair as dark as midnight, a beauty comparable to Aphrodite, she sat there silent.
(2025)
My thoughts were pulled back by the shouting outside my door.
“What in God’s green earth were you doing?” one of my friends yelled, thumping the door.
“We were calling you for ten minutes straight!” another added.
I smiled faintly. “Well, if you’ve waited that long…” I stretched, grabbing my jacket. “Let’s go and grab a cup of coffee it’s on me.”
Soon we were walking down the street, steam rising from our cups as we traded stories — but somewhere between the words and the laughter, her smile still lingered, as vivid as the day I first saw it. As we laughed over coffee, I couldn’t shake the feeling.
That day in 2017 was only the beginning — and somewhere, deep down, I knew my story with her wasn’t over yet.
Writer Notes:-(ꯃꯥꯅꯝ ꯅꯝꯒꯦ ꯆꯪꯉꯛꯈꯣ)An Orthodox form of showing love,affection and cleansing or Protection from the negative stares of stranger that have negative impact to the child.
